#the assembling of the fays

[givemethedamnflowers]

I may have gone to sleep at 2am at the earliest all week but i did some meal prep today so there's that

#meal prep may be a big word but i cut everything i need for my salads and made boxes per ingredients so now i just have to assemble #so it's really quick #i also prepared my vinaigrette in some old soy sauce tiny jars so really in the evening its just assembly #en train de devenir un jeune cadre dynamique idk how i feel abt that #je savais que c cque j'allais devenir j'ai fait une école de commerce mdr #mais là c'était trop rapide #fin juin j'étais manager en fast food bc j'avais besoin d'argent en écrivant mon mémoire #et mtn jss stagiaire en marketing mon bureau est ds un wework et je fais du meal prep........... #jme rassure en me disant que je crois que c pas la vibe qu'on me donne qd on me voit #eno's dumb little posts

[lepetitdragonvert]

THE ASSEMBLING OF THE FAYS

They come from beds of lichen green,

They creep from the mullein’s velvet screen ;

Some on the backs of beetles fly

From the silver tops of moon-touched trees,

Where they swung in their cobweb hammocks high,

And rocked about in the evening breeze ;

And now they throng the moonlight glade,

Above - below - on every side,

Their little minim forms arrayed,

In the tricksy pomp of fairy pride.

by Joseph Rodman Drake (from “Through fairy halls of my bookhouse” 1920)

Artists : Maud and Miska Petersham

#miska petersham #maud petersham #miska and maud petersham #maud fuller petersham #joseph rodman drake #1920 #illustration #vintage illustration #old illustration #golden age of illustration #children's literature #children's books #fairy #fairies #poetry #fae #fays #book illustration #1920s #1920s art #through fairy halls of my bookhouse #beetles #assembling #evening #night #moonlight #american artist #american art #vintage art #little folk

[alphaman99]

As more & more counties get more solar farms.....

From a STEPHENVILLE resident, George Franklin:

I should start by telling you what bonafides I have for writing this. I am a retired aerospace engineer. A literal rocket scientist if you will. I worked on MX (Peacekeeper) Space Shuttle, Hubble, Brilliant Pebbles, PACOSS, Space Station, MMU, B2, the Sultan of Brunei's half billion dollar private 747 with crystal showers, gold sinks and 100 dollar a yard coiffed silk carpets. I designed a satphone installation on prince Jeffry's 757. I did all of the design work for the structure of Mark 1V propulsion module currently flying on at least 3 spacecraft that I know of. Some of the more exciting projects I have worked on are not shareable. My personal projects include a spin fishing reel with a 4.5 inch spool which is entirely my own designed, machined and assembled. It has 2 features that are patentable. A unique true flat level wind and a unique line pickup mechanism. I am also am FAA certified glider pilot and FAI certified gold glider pilot. I fly both full scale and model sailplanes. I am Microsoft certified and ComTIA A+ certified.

Solar panels are at best about 20% efficient. They convert 0% of the UV light that hits them. None of the visible spectrum and only some of the IR spectrum. At the same time as they are absorbing light they are absorbing heat from the sun. This absorbed heat is radiated into the adjacent atmosphere. It should be obvious what happens next. When air is warmed it rises. Even small differences in ordinary land surfaces are capable of creating powerful forces of weather like thunderstorms and tornadoes. These weather phenomena are initiated and reinforced by land features as they are blown downwind. It is all too obvious to me what will happen with the heat generated by an entire solar farm. Solar farms will become thunderstorm and tornado incubators and magnets.

Solar panels are dark and and they emit energy to the space above them when they are not being radiated. This is known as black-body radiation. Satellites flying in space use this phenomenon to cool internal components. If they didn't do this they would fry themselves.

So solar farms not only produce more heat in summer than the original land that they were installed on, but they also produce more cooling in winter, thus exacerbating weather extremes.

So I conclude with this. There is nothing green about green energy except the dirty money flowing into corrupt pockets.

There is not such thing as green energy. The science doesn't exist. The technology doesn't exist. The engineering doesn't exist. We are being pushed to save the planet with solutions that are worse than the problems.

[thesistersarcheron]

Pairing: Feysand Rating: E Word Count: ~500 Summary: Feyre Archeron is the youngest member of the Fae nobility trapped in Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain. When her father presents her to the court, intending to pay off his debts by selling her hand in marriage, she faces scrutiny on all sides: the wicked queen herself; the leaders of the rebellion against her; and the cruel High Lord of the Night Court. [An ACOTAR retelling.] Read on AO3 here!

Prologue

She is his mate.

It is a miracle he has never seen her before. New faces are few and far between Under the Mountain.

But this one, the youngest of the minor nobles trapped Under the Mountain, is equal parts entirely unfamiliar and painfully, horribly known to him. He has never met this girl before, but he recognizes the near-translucent skin of a female who has never been exposed to a single warm moment of natural sunlight from his dreams; if he looks, he will know the blue trail of veins visible on the back of her pale right hand as well as he knows his own.

Feyre Archeron, the last of three sisters born underground, imprisoned in the dark and hidden away from the horrors of Amarantha’s court by their mother.

Until now.

Until their father drove up his gambling debts and decided to sell his daughters on the marriage market to pay them off. The idiot simpers and scrapes at the edge of the proceedings, and it is easy to pin The Prince of Fools with a single glance.

She is the last to be presented, and when she is, he feels a phantom thread between his soul and hers stretch out toward her.

She is his mate.

Fay-ruh, the Deceiver croons, testing the name and the young female before her.

Amarantha beckons the girl closer, and Feyre Archeron’s High Fae blood betrays her when she rises awkwardly from her curtsy. Nevertheless, her steps are sure and graceful as she ascends the steps of the dais to stand before the High Queen of Prythian’s throne.

Her sisters are snubbed, but this one, the one who didn’t keep her eyes fixed on the floor beneath her feet long enough, will attend a tea with Amarantha this afternoon to discuss her prospects. She accepts the invitation with a tilt of her head, but she chews on her lip absentmindedly, nervously.

His own sneer is fixed, his lip curled, but behind the mask of the Lord of Nightmares, his heart freezes.

In time, the girl and her sisters are dismissed, the pretty one cringing away from the rotting corpses pinned to the wall and the eldest baring her teeth at their father the second before the tall doors close behind them. Amarantha's new plaything seems frozen, daring a final look back into the throne room before the vicious sister grabs her and drags her away.

Amarantha laughs at the image they make and then stands, sweeping her eyes over the assembled High Lords behind her. A flick of her wrist, and they are dismissed too.

He uses the little power that remains available to him under the bitch's curse to winnow away the second that loathsome head of crimson hair disappears around the corner. He barely makes it to his private quarters before he is on his knees, retching.

She is his mate.

His mate, his mate, his mate.

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #feyre x rhysand #ferrhys #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of thorns and roses fic #my fics #of the archer and the dark #amarantha #acotar fic #rhys

[mowsyling]

Willow Lore transcripts

(&other interesting tidbits, cutting out less important bits)

Ep1: The Gales

Story of Taramis

Kit:

Have you ever heard the story of Taramis? She was a princess of Cashmere thousands of years ago, and she was, by all accounts, the most gorgeous woman that ever lived. So the King invited all the knights and all of the princes to complete for her hand. The winner of each event advancing to the next until two remained. This cocky young knight of Galladoorn and this helmeted warrior from some far off distant land who's face no one had yet seen. After a fierce battle, our mysterious stranger bested the knight, then removed his helmet. ..... It was princess Taramis.

Writing on the wall scene

Graydon:

"We stand at the threshold. We peer into the void. We bear witness to his glory. The Eternal One, the healer of worlds. (Rumbling) As he stirs from his deathless slumber deep below the surface, the Harbinger of the Wyrm will come." (Rumbling)

Meeting Willow

Willow:

Your brother is alive. A prisoner of The Withered Crone, who dwells in the Immemorial City that lies beyond the Shattered Sea. The four who came to Tir Asleen are her servants.

Willow:

You are Elora Danan, Last Blood of Kymeria, future Empress, High Priestess, Semprum Sorceress of the Nine Realms, and the worlds last, best hope against the evil coming to destroy us all.

*****

Ep2: The High Aldwin

Boorman about Madmartigan &the cuirass

...he spent five years searching the world for it.

*****

Ep3: The Battle of the Slaughtered Lamb

Cuirass story intro scene

Boorman:

It was ten thousand years, and about three weeks ago.. Thuul, heir to the Kymerian Empire, had been sick as a child. When his father died, his younger brother, Tiberius, felt he'd make the stronger king. For forty days, Tiberius lay siege to the capital (capitol in subs?), starving his own people to force his brother to abdicate his throne. So, their mother, Annabel, a fay of the Grove, forged for her son, Thuul, a cuirass of pure Khromium. Then she assembled the Lux Arcana, a magical key that activated the enchanted armor, so it would only serve he who was worthy of it's power.

Watching the storm scene

*The Crone speaking pnakotic*

Graydon:

The stars align, the door is open. The sphere turns, a God is awoken. Extinguish the flame, snuff out the light, and exile the child to the Thirteenth Night.

Willow:

Ah, so you speak cursed Pnakotic?

Graydon:

They're gonna kill her, aren't they?

Willow:

No, if they killed her, her spirit would endure, be reborn. But if they banish her, they can imprison her soul for all eternity. It's what Bavmorda was trying to do when I stopped her.

Rain fight

Ballantine:

I've seen the future, Jade. Looked into the void. The Eternal One will cleanse this world of all disease and pain. We shall be free.

*****

Ep4: The Whispers of Nockmaar

Tapestry scene

The Crone:

Do you renounce your name, your family?

Young Bavmorda:

I do.

The Crone:

Will you embrace the light of the Eternal One? Pledge your life to our endeavour, that we might deliver this world from suffering, into his warm embrace?

Young Bavmorda:

I will.

The Crone:

The Blood of the Six runs in your veins. You shall be his harbinger. Primal Priestess of the Wyrm, Queen Bavmorda.

~*~

End scene:

Kit:

What is the Blood of the Six?

Willow:

In the beginning, in the Grove, six fays betrayed the Mothers to serve the dark power. That line continued through the ages, strong magic but corrupt. The Blood of the Six.

Kit:

So Bavmorda, she was the Blood of the Six. Which means so am I. - And so is Airk.

*****

Ep5: Wildwood

Wand&magic talk scene

Willow:

This wand is a splinter from the Great Tree at the centre of all things. ...

In the wrong hands, Cherlindrea's wand is a powerful instrument of unimaginable destruction.

Scorpia interrogates Boorman scene

Scorpia:

The relic? You didn't find it?

Boorman:

*shakes head*

Scorpia:

And the others? Allagash?

Boorman:

Trolls got him. I only hope he suffered as much as possible before they killed him. Long story.

Scorpia:

And Madmartigan? They got him, too?

Scorpia/Jade mark scene

Scorpia:

Here, by the child's hundredth day, they get seared with it's family's mark, so they remember where they came from. This is my father's mark. The mark of Kael.

Jade:

General Kael.

Scorpia:

You've heard of him? He was the first Bone Reaver. ....

Jade:

My father was a free man, killed by your people.

Scorpia:

He was killed by Madmartigan at the Battle of Nockmaar. Your mother was killed by the rangers that kidnapped you and took you to Tir Asleen. ......

Jade:

Kael served Bavmorda. Bavmorda served the Crone.

Scorpia:

Bavmorda made a pact with the slaves of Galladoorn. She'd help them overthrow their masters in exchange for their loyalty. People do whatever's necessary to be free.

(After Nockmaar fell)

Those who survived, fled. The armies of Tir Asleen and Galladoorn, they persued us. They feared us. As they should.

*****

Ep6: Prisoners of Skellin

Door riddles scene:

Wiggleheim:

So I pass from sire to heir, and each of brothers takes his share. A gift or curse I may be, used by others more than thee. (A: Name)

Beggars have what wise men crave, but both shall take it to their grave. (A: Nothing)

*****

Ep7: Beyond the Shattered Sea

Dinner scene:

Kit:

What are you doing out here all alone?

Zeb:

Uh, well, I was a warrior. Paladin of Cashmere.

One of three sent to rescue the princess who was taken by servants of a dark power and whom I loved, though she was betrothed to...

-This one was to find an enchanted pool, that granted whosoever drank of its water...

-Years, wandering the Shattered Sea. Our boots rotting, our swords rusting in their scabbards. Till we forgot who we were, what we were searching for. And in the end, turned on each other. Murdered each other.

Kit:

What's beyond the Shattered Sea?

Zeb:

Some say that, uh, eventually you reach the edge of the world and get swept off. Others speak of a leviathan, so monstrous that even to see it is to lose your mind.

2nd Airk/Crone (aka "Lili") scene:

Crone:

I think, maybe, I know why we're here. How much do you know about Cashmere?

Airk:

Just what everybody knows. The Paladin Circle, Ivory Tower, streets lined with moonstones.

Crone:

It's very beautiful. High walls that keep us safe, isolated. There are rules, and so long as you follow them, you'll never want for anything. Except...

There were rumours of a secret sect that worshipped some sort of ancient blood magic, called The Order of the Wyrm. Their acts of sedition were small, at first. Desecrations, fires, crimes without culprits, but they'd always leave their mark.

One night, they fought their way into the tower, killing the guards and kidnapping the princess.

Airk:

Why? To what end? To seize power?

Crone:

Maybe. I don't know. I woke up here.

Willow & Kit inside the sled

Kit:

What is the Wyrm?

Willow:

If magic is the bloodstream of the universe, the Wyrm feeds on it. Imprisoned a long time ago beneath the surface of the world, it waits, sleeping.

Kit:

When it wakes up?

Willow:

Stares at Kit, haunted... sounds/echoes of screams leading into a vision of Mims..

Vision:

Mims looking bloodied, pressing her hands to an equally bloodied, wounded Karthy's side.

Da! I really need you right now. I wasn't strong enough to keep him out. Please!

Season Finale

Ep8: Children of the Wyrm

Kit hearing her father's voice

Madmartigan:

Kit... Can you hear me?

Kit:

Dad?

Madmartigan:

I need you to listen. I don't know how much time we've got.

Kit:

Is that really you?

Madmartigan:

I need your help.

Kit:

Are you here? Where are you?

Madmartigan:

I'm with you. Always.

Kit:

You kinda left a while ago.

Madmartigan:

It was the hardest thing I've ever done. But love is sacrifice. You've gotta be willing to give up what you want for what you believe in. It's the only way to save Elora.

Kit:

Dad, I'm not you.

Madmartigan:

Yes, you are.

Kit:

No, really, I'm not.

Madmartigan:

All right, you're not. You're better. You are her shield. You are her sword. And I am already so proud of you. Now go.

****Fin****

Wip will updated. Please lemme know if I forgot something important. 💜😊

#willow 2022 #willow lore #willow series #willow spoilers #losing way too much sleep over this show😆😅 #for interested parties #willow series lore

[argyrocratie]

“The Cult of Personality in the Spanish Revolution”

 (Danny Evans, 2021):

In an article of January 1937[1], Ada Martí, one of the moving spirits behind the anarchist student organisation the FECL, criticised what she called ‘revolutionary fetishism’: the tendency to create icons out of revolutionary martyrs. Regardless of the ideology of the idol in question, such hero worship had no place in a revolution – at least one directed at freedom and equality rather than dictatorship. In the article, she noted in passing that Buenaventura Durruti would have been appalled at the sanctification to which he had been subjected since his death. Worse was to come.

Following his death, Durruti was used by the leadership of the Spanish anarchist movement to symbolise self-sacrifice and the subordination of the revolution to the war effort. An invented quote was attributed to him, ‘We renounce everything except victory’, and repeated endlessly by his former comrades and enemies alike.

The sanctification of Durruti served the leadership in two respects. First, it lodged the country’s most famous anarchist at the forefront of the Republic’s martyrs, thereby demonstrating the commitment of the movement to the war and to anti-fascist collaboration. Second, it worked as a disciplinary mechanism over the anarchist rank-and-file, suspicious of leadership but full of admiration for their fallen compañero.

One event in particular illustrates both of these purposes. At the beginning of July 1937, a major assembly of the Catalan FAI was held in the Casa CNT-FAI, the headquarters of the libertarian movement in Barcelona, to debate the organisation’s collaboration with the Republican state. The opening sessions were dominated by radicals who advocated breaking with the policy of collaboration. During its second session, proceedings were called to a halt so that the delegates could attend the unveiling of a plaque dedicated to Durruti. In order to attend, it was only necessary to head to the balcony and windows of the meeting hall, as the plaque was unveiled in front of the Casa CNT-FAI, as can be seen in the photos of Pérez de Rozas in the Arxiu Fotogràfic de Barcelona.

There, the delegates were confronted by an enormous multitude who had heeded the call in that morning’s Solidaridad Obrera to appear ‘as one man’ in memory of Durruti. They were addressed from a raised platform to the side of the building on which stood, alongside notable anarchists such as Juan García Oliver and Ricardo Sanz, the chief of police Ricardo Burillo, then overseeing operations against revolutionary centres, union premises and libraries. After the ceremony, the big names of Spanish anarchism who had shown up to the event entered the meeting hall, where they proceeded to browbeat the FAI delegates into backtracking on their radical agenda.

The crowd that had gathered represented the greatest show of anarchist strength between the May days of 1937 and the end of the war, but also symbolised the shift from ‘mass participation to mass mobilisation’ described in reference to the Russian revolution by Simon Pirani[2]: ‘Mass mobilization, in which the party defines the parameters and aims of a campaign, calls on the mass of people to support it, and judges mass consciousness by levels of participation, stands clearly in the “socialism-from-above” tradition. It fences off the mass from decision-making, and assigns it a limited role, undertaking activity guided by decision-makers in the party.’ When the proceedings came to an end, the crowd were urged to leave in an orderly fashion without making any kind of demonstration, which the following day’s Solidaridad Obrera congratulated them on doing.

In such a context, we can see that it was a mistake for an important radical anarchist grouping to call itself the Friends of Durruti (FOD). On the one hand, the choice of name was intended to expose the CNT-FAI leadership’s falsification of Durruti’s politics and to affirm a revolutionary continuity with the militia column he had led and which many of the FOD had fought in. On the other, it was off-putting to those anarchists repelled by the cult of personality being constructed around the anarchist martyr. Furthermore, to do battle over the legacy of Durruti was tactically dubious when so many resources were being invested in constructing a pliable, national myth out of the obdurate internationalist anarchist. In an article at the end of May 1937 denouncing the FOD, the Madrid-based anarchist newspaper Castilla Libre affirmed that the grouping had been infiltrated by Communist Party provocateurs who falsely claimed to be disciples of the ‘people’s caudillo’. This frightening expression, mirroring the fascist propaganda describing Franco – who had not yet taken on this title formally – as a ‘caudillo’, would become increasingly visible in anarchist media, in a process described by Miquel Amorós in Durruti en el labarinto.

Although a contributor to the FOD’s newspaper, Ada Martí was right in perceiving the inherently anti-revolutionary, anti-libertarian nature of the cult of personality. Her warning is no less true today than it was in 1937: ‘Beware new idols!’

#anarchism #spanish revolution

[maffickingcowplants]

Day 1 of 7, Winter 2005

Under the ominous glow of StrangerVille's strange sky, Bella returns to the underground lab to create the vaccine based on the profile provided. The urgency of the situation propels her forward, and the looming threat of the Mother Plant necessitates swift action.

Bella meticulously reviews the profile extracted from the data collected and analysed by the Acumen home office agents. Every click of her keyboard echoes through the sterile room. Bella assembles the necessary equipment to synthesize the vaccines. The hum of machinery and the low buzz of fluorescent lights provide a disconcerting soundtrack to her urgent mission. In a calculated dance between science and intuition, Bella concocts the vaccines designed to counteract the effects of the Mother Plant's influence. Each vial she fills carries the weight of StrangerVille's destiny. Driven by the need to protect her family and the entire town from an impending catastrophe, Bella takes a deep breath.

As the final vial is carefully sealed, the vaccines are ready, a potential shield against the insidious influence of the Mother Plant. Now, armed with the means to resist possession, Bella prepares to rally local assets and confront the looming threat that has gripped StrangerVille in its tendrils.

Bella consideres her next move - now that she has the vaccines, she will need to meet up with Agent Specter and Brooklyn Fay in order to track down and administer the vaccines to the selected assets.

As she makes her way to the meet up, Bella notices a figure stumbling aimlessly through the sands. Drawing closer, the silhouette becomes clearer – it's Jess Sigworth, one of the locals Acumen Consulting identified as a potential asset.

Concern etches Bella's features as she approaches Jess, whose eyes seem glazed over, lost in a trance induced by the Mother Plant's influence. With a firm yet gentle touch, Bella attempts to break the hold the mysterious force has on her.

"Jess, snap out of it!" Bella's voice cuts through the uncanny stillness of the desert. Slowly, Jess blinks and looks around, disoriented but seemingly freed from the spell that had taken hold of her.

"Where am I?" Jess mumbles, confusion etched across her face.

"You were wandering in the desert. Do you remember anything?" Bella inquires, her tone both compassionate and urgent.

As Jess struggles to piece together her fragmented memories, Bella cautiously tries to persuade the other woman. "Jess, there's something unnatural at play here. People are being influenced by an entity, a plant, that's spreading its roots through the town. I've seen it, and I've seen what it can do. We need to figure out how it affected you and why," Bella explained, her words carrying the weight of the impending threat.

A skeptical frown creases Jess's forehead. "Possessed by a plant? That sounds crazy."

"I know it does, but you have to trust me. I've been investigating, and I've found a way to resist its influence," Bella explains, urgency underscoring her words.

After a moment's contemplation, Jess hesitantly agrees to Bella's request to visit her home with Specter and Fay.

Posts about Bella: « PREVIOUS / BEGINNING / NEXT »

Posts about Operation Mother's Influence: « PREVIOUS / BEGINNING / NEXT »

#sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims4 #the sims #the sims4 #simblr #goth legacy #the sims 4 story #my sims #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 story

[rjalker]

I understand why Don Quixote was written now

Now I will tell you, and listen well, who were these counts and kings. With a rich escort and one hundred extra mounts Count Brandes of Gloucester came. After him came Menagormon, who was Count of Clivelon. And he of the Haute Montagne came with a very rich following. The Count of Treverain came, too, with a hundred of his knights, and Count Godegrain with as many more. Along with those whom I have just mentioned came Maheloas, a great baron, lord of the Isle of Voirre. In this island no thunder is heard, no lightning strikes, nor tempests rage, nor do toads or serpents exist there, nor is it ever too hot or too cold. 121 Graislemier of Fine Posterne brought twenty companions, and had with him his brother Guigomar, lord of the Isle of Avalon. Of the latter we have heard it said that he was a friend of Morgan the Fay, and such he was in very truth. Davit of Tintagel came, who never suffered woe or grief. Guergesin, the Duke of Haut Bois, came with a very rich equipment. There was no lack of counts and dukes, but of kings there were still more. Garras of Cork, a doughty king, was there with five hundred knights clad in mantles, hose, and tunics of brocade and silk. Upon a Cappadocian steed came Aguisel, the Scottish king, and brought with him his two sons, Cadret and Coi—two much respected knights. Along with those whom I have named came King Ban of Gomeret, and he had in his company only young men, beardless as yet on chin and lip. A numerous and gay band he brought two hundred of them in his suite; and there was none, whoever he be, but had a falcon or tercel, a merlin or a sparrow-hawk, or some precious pigeon-hawk, golden or mewed. Kerrin, the old King of Riel, brought no youth, but rather three hundred companions of whom the youngest was seven score years old. Because of their great age, their heads were all as white as snow, and their beards reached down to their girdles. Arthur held them in great respect. The lord of the dwarfs came next, Bilis, the king of Antipodes. This king of whom I speak was a dwarf himself and own brother of Brien. Bilis, on the one hand, was the smallest of all the dwarfs, while his brother Brien was a half-foot or full palm taller than any other knight in the kingdom. To display his wealth and power, Bilis brought with him two kings who were also dwarfs and who were vassals of his, Grigoras and Glecidalan. Every one looked at them as marvels. When they had arrived at court, they were treated with great esteem. All three were honoured and served at the court like kings, for they were very perfect gentlemen. In brief, when King Arthur saw all his lords assembled, his heart was glad. Then, to heighten the joy, he ordered a hundred squires to be bathed whom he wished to dub knights. There was none of them but had a parti-coloured robe of rich brocade of Alexandria, each one choosing such as pleased his fancy. All had arms of a uniform pattern, and horses swift and full of mettle, of which the worst was worth a hundred livres.

#Rjalker reads stories of King Arthur #block of text

[mariacallous]

It’s always a challenge to develop a recipe that doesn’t have a clear-cut history. Everyone has “their version,” and wouldn’t think of making it any other way. Seven-layer cake is such a recipe!

It’s unclear how the cake became a staple of North American Jewish bakeries; it seems to be one of those desserts that was always “just around,” a standard part of any Shabbat, shiva or Yom Kippur break fast. There are pareve (non-dairy) versions, and Passover variations made with almond flour, or sheets of matzah in place of sponge cake. But it does have strong ties to Hungarian dobos torte (named after the Hungarian baker credited with its creation) and Polish seven sisters cake (aka “ciasto stefanka,” referring to the cake’s seven layers). 

The cake’s shape and filling can vary. It can be round or rectangular, with fillings ranging from coffee buttercream to chocolate buttercream to a chocolate ganache.

And then there’s the question of how many layers the cake should have. One would assume seven, right? But in the case of the dobos torte, there are only six. The seventh layer is covered with caramel, cut into decorative shapes and used as a garnish for the top of the cake.

The recipe I’m sharing today is based on a very strong and fond memory of my Grandma Fay’s cake  — one of my very favorites that she used to make. If you search online Jewish bakeries for “Seven Layer Cake,” the results most closely resemble my grandma’s cake.

Sadly, I do not have her recipe, but I vividly recall a yellow sponge cake, layered with coffee buttercream and covered with chocolate ganache. It was most definitely a rectangular shape, and she sometimes gilded the lily with a garnish of slivered almonds.

Many recipes I researched required multiple baking pans to achieve all those layers. To make things more accessible for the home baker, I decided to bake a large single layer cake in a sheet pan (which most people have on hand), and then cut the cake into eight layers. You’ll have one left over, which is not the worst problem to have.

Is this cake a part of your family’s celebrations? What is your memory of it?

Note: Once assembled, the cake will keep in the fridge for up to one week, and in the freezer for up to two months. 

[bobbimorses]

last wednesday, on clint watch:

"longbow" appeared once again as a hawkeye of multiverse avengers in avengers assemble: alpha #1, even though longbow originally was actually just 616 clint in a distorted medieval illusion conjured up by morgan le fay. so. that's a thing that's still happening.

this concludes this week's clint watch

#*shaking fist at the sky* jason!!! #clint barton #clint watch #it's been 4 months since the last installment #which means a) yay clint had substantial appearances these past few months; and #b) clint didn't really appear outside of the One series with said substantial appearances. oops.

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Chapter 10

We go to the river. I wash my Arms and Dry them. She takes a rag and cleans my Face.

J: Must’ve happened when I stroked my Hair out of my Face.

K: You think ? Not when you slashed that Head of.

I grin.

J: What ? You thought that was hot ?

K: Pfff no.

My Grin falls. She looks at me with a Mischievous Smirk.

J: You little Minx. 

She pushes me so that I lay on my Back and sits down on my Lap to lean over me. Her Hands are next to my Head.

K: I thought it was very Hot. Until you picked the Head up.

I laugh.

J: I thought it was Funny.

She rolls her eyes. I look at her and push a strand of Hair out of her Face. She smiles softly and gives me a Kiss. I lay my Hands on her Hips and Deepen it. Out of breath we break the kiss. I chuckle against her Lips. Then I turn us around, so she lays on her back.

J: I love you.

K: I love you More.

She presses her Lips back on mine. I break the Kiss and start kissing down her Jaw and to her neck. She Tilts her Head back and Buries her Hands in my Hair. 

B: You two coming back ? The Food is Almost Ready.

We part and I let out an annoyed breath.

J: Yes, we’re on our way.

I look at Kit who looks just as Annoyed.

K: Can I kill him ?

I laugh.

J: No.

I give her Belly a kiss and then Her.

J: Let’s go before they come searching for us.

I help her up and we Go back to camp. We sit down and Jade Passes us a Plate.

Ja: Might wanna fix your hair.

She smirks at both of us and fishes a leaf out of Kit’s Hair. I Fix my Hair and start Eating. After we’re done Elora goes back training and the others settle down. Kit and I go to Boorman. Wanting answers to our Questions.

B: Can I help you ?

K: I want you to tell us what happened to my father.

J: And my brother. And everything there is to know about the Kymerian Cuirass.

B: You know it’s creepy when you finish each other's sentences.

J: We’ve been Told before and couldn’t care less. 

K: Just answer our questions.

B: Not now. Tomorrow.

J: First thing in the Morning.

He Nods. So, the next Morning, we wake him up before the sun is Rising.

B: It was Ten thousand years and about Three weeks ago, Thuul, heir to the Kymerian Empire, had been sick as a Child. When his father died his younger brother Tiberius felt he’d make the Stronger King. For forty days, Tiberius layed siege to the Capitol. Starving his own people to force his brother to abdicate his Throne. So, their Mother, Annabel, a fay of the Grove, forged for her son, Thuul, a cuirass of Pure Chromium. Then she assembled the Lux Arcana. A magical key that activated the enchanted armour, so it only serve the who was Worthy of it’s awesome power. So, with no Army at his back, no knights by his Side, Thuul, the rightful King of Kymeria rode out of the city gates to meet his Tyrant brother and Two thousand Death Dealers. And he …

K: This is really fascinating. Uh I can tell they don’t call you Bore Man for Nothing, but could you just tell us about my father and Jane's brother.

I can’t bring out a word. I’ve heard this story before

B: Well, I’m Trying to but you keep …

K: Okay well can you make it short ?

B: You know, your generation has, like, zero Attention span for-for epic Tales.

K: I love tales, Okay ?

B: Well, excuse me for Trying to add a little bit Drama and Context to the night we left Tir Asleen to find the Cuirass and use it to defend the realm.

K: From the Crone ?

B: Crone, Gales, the Wyrm everybody’s got a scary name. They all mean the same thing. It’s the Darkness that swallows …

Ja: Oi.

W: Where’s Elora ?

K: Seriously ? Throw a leash on that chit already.

Jade throws Kit her sword. 

K: Spread out she couldn’t have gone that far.

Kit goes off as do the others. I still sit on the floor. Frozen. My Head is Spinning.

B: Hey Kiddo you ok ?

I look at him. He is squatting in front of me.

J: It’s you.

He looks at me Confused.

J: I remember the Story Word for word. My brother told it to me when I was Seven the Night he left. I couldn't sleep so I wrote it down. And I read it so many times.

He looks at me with a sad face.

J: I’m Right ?

He nods.

B: Yeah.

J: You promised me you would come back.

B: I wanted to. But I was not a liked face anymore.

J: How long were you in the dungeons ?

B: Three years. I came back for you. But I did some bad things, and they Took me Prisoner.

I nod sadly.

J: We’re not blood related, are we ?

B: No. Your Real Family is Dead. The Village you lived in was Raided by Riders. It was halfway burned. Everyone was Dead. I found you in a closet. Crying. Madmartigan and Sorsha took you in as their Warden. I was thirteen, I couldn't Raise you. So, I stayed by your side as a Brother. Even got you that Dagger when you were five. The Queen almost Killed me for that.

I laugh.

J: Why didn’t you tell me ?

B: Dunno. Was scared, I guess. That you’d think I lied or hated me. Or that you’d simply forgotten me.

J: Understandable. I kinda did.

He shows me his Arm. It's a leather Band with a single Purple Pearl on it.

B: I promised you I’d give it back when I tell you the Story. Well, I didn’t tell you the Story but I’ll still give it back.

I pull up my Sleeve and show him the Leather Band with the Red pearl.

J: Let’s Trade then.

We swap the Bracelets.

B: I’m proud of ya. Ya know. You're still the same sarcastic, make good jokes and you run around with the Princess all day. Got good fighting skills. You have a Horse that listens to everything you say. You can hunt and take it apart. Got yourself a Princess. And will Marry her. Even got her Pregnant. Still didn’t tell me how that worked.

I let out a Teary Laugh. And he Hugs me.

J: I will but first we gotta find Elora. 

He nods and helps me up. He hands me my Axe.

B: Why’d you choose an Axe ?

J: Dunno liked it.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

[penseeephemere]

Tu

Je n’ai jamais su m’adresser à toi sans m’effriter sous ton regard. C’est plus fort que moi : j’ai peur de toi comme d’un reflet blanc, peur de ce que tu peux révéler de moi et de ce que tu me fais taire. De ce qui nous oppose et nous assemble. Je ne saisis pas qui tu es sous le maquillage. Le « tu » est pour moi inaccessible. Et pourtant, tu creuses en moi des sillons d’où poussent des fleurs épineuses. Je les arrose d’une tristesse poisseuse et collante qui leur donne une couleur étrange – insaisissable. Tu m’habites et me dévore. Tu t’échappes de mes failles béantes. Je voudrais parfois disparaître pour ne pas entendre tes mots qui cognent sur ma peau. Je me dévide sans cesse, et lentement m’évapore sur ton absence qui a peuplé tous les pays où j’ai grandi.

#30jourspourécrire #jour17

[alphaman99]

A Solar Panel Reality Check

Tom Grimshaw

A Solar Panel Reality Check

As more and more counties get more solar farms.....

From a Stephenville resident, George Franklin:

I should start by telling you what bonafides I have for writing this. I am a retired aerospace engineer. A literal rocket scientist if you will. I worked on MX (Peacekeeper) Space Shuttle, Hubble, Brilliant Pebbles, PACOSS, Space Station, MMU, B2, the Sultan of Brunei's half billion dollar private 747 with crystal showers, gold sinks and 100 dollar a yard coiffed silk carpets. I designed a satphone installation on prince Jeffry's 757. I did all of the design work for the structure of Mark 1V propulsion module currently flying on at least 3 spacecraft that I know of. Some of the more exciting projects I have worked on are not shareable. My personal projects include a spin fishing reel with a 4.5 inch spool which is entirely my own designed, machined and assembled. It has 2 features that are patentable. A unique true flat level wind and a unique line pickup mechanism. I am also am FAA certified glider pilot and FAI certified gold glider pilot. I fly both full scale and model sailplanes. I am Microsoft certified and ComTIA A+ certified.

Solar panels are at best about 20% efficient. They convert 0% of the UV light that hits them. None of the visible spectrum and only some of the IR spectrum. At the same time as they are absorbing light they are absorbing heat from the sun. This absorbed heat is radiated into the adjacent atmosphere. It should be obvious what happens next. When air is warmed it rises. Even small differences in ordinary land surfaces are capable of creating powerful forces of weather like thunderstorms and tornadoes. These weather phenomena are initiated and reinforced by land features as they are blown downwind. It is all too obvious to me what will happen with the heat generated by an entire solar farm. Solar farms will become thunderstorm and tornado incubators and magnets.

Solar panels are dark and and they emit energy to the space above them when they are not being radiated.

This is known as black-body radiation. Satellites flying in space use this phenomenon to cool internal components. If they didn't do this they would fry themselves.

So solar farms not only produce more heat in summer than the original land that they were installed on, but they also produce more cooling in winter, thus exacerbating weather extremes.

So I conclude with this. There is nothing green about green energy except the dirty money flowing into corrupt pockets.

There is not such thing as green energy. The science doesn't exist. The technology doesn't exist. The engineering doesn't exist. We are being pushed to save the planet with solutions that are worse than the problems.

[agardeninstepetronille]

Je tente d'apprendre l’art de la révérence intérieure. Cet art qui ne force jamais l’âme à sortir dans la fausse lumière de la gratification et des attentes sociales. Je sais que la qualité des mots que j'use reflète la profondeur (mais aussi la petitesse) de mon âme. Mes mots sont le seul pont entre moi et le monde. Je n'en fais pourtant pas toujours bon usage. Les vérités ne peuvent être exprimées sans la douceur de la compassion. Pourtant, je ne sais pas toujours les assembler.

La beauté n'est jamais dans les grandes et bruyantes sirènes de l'évidence. Elle se cache dans le subtil, dans les reflets de certains rayons de lumière, dans les veinures d’une feuille d’été, dans les yeux des humbles et des doux.

[gentrychild]

Oh great owl and your loyal pack of finding rats I realize that your expertise may be in finding fics but I come requesting benevolence, that you might help me find a Tumblr post. It was a photo of a girl with a oddly shaped tree that resembled a fey that someone did art of, making a drawing of a girl patting the head of some Fay creature I would be most appreciative to find this art once again thank you

For thine troubles I offer 🧀 🧀🧀🧀

Post finders, ASSEMBLE!

#post finders

[norellenilia]

Coucou ! On voudrait bien voir tes créations au crochet si ça ne t'ennuies pas *.* J'ai jamais eu la patience pour, donc j'admire les créations de ceux qui arrivent à en faire ☺️

Bien sûr ! Je fais surtout des amigurumi et parfois de la dentelle. Les photos qui suivent ont été faites en suivant des patrons déjà existant :

J'essaie aussi de créer mes propres patrons, pour ça j'utilise principalement des Pokémon parce que c'est plus facile pour déterminer des formes à crocheter et assembler, et puis y'a de quoi choisir mdr :

Y'a pas tout ce que j'ai fait mais si tu veux j'ai mis encore plus de trucs sur Instagram (même pseudo qu'ici, Norellenilia), je poste surtout des gribouillis donc faut fouiller un peu mais voilà x)

Voili voilou ! Et là actuellement j'essaie de faire un amigurumi du personnage principal d'un jeu qui vient de sortir (Cult of the Lamb) pour une copine x)

#mes oeuvres d'art #crochet #amigurumi